All Chapters of Omega's Claim, Alpha's Surrender 2: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"New mate?"Jeffrey's echo of my words seemed to roll off his tongue with a mix of raw amusement and pure disbelief before he let out a dark, arrogant growl. "Do your ears ever listen to a single word my Alpha voice tells you?""What are your lips talking about?" I snapped back, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped beast.His mind always spewed so much dominant nonsense, so how was my wolf supposed to track every possessive demand he made?"Another round of heat, huh? Now that your frame has claimed a new mate, is that still on the table?" Jeffrey's words were heavy, dripping with dark intent. His thick brows arched mockingly as he closed the distance between us."Of course it is not on the table! My mouth made itself crystal clear back outside the family lodge, Jeffrey! If your hands do not have the guts to place a sacred Luna binding band on my wrist, you can completely forget about ever touching my body again!"I despised how his inner beast always reduced our entire hi

Grant's heavy arm locked around my waist, pinning my lower back flat against his rock-hard chest. His bare torso radiates intense Alpha heat, his dark golden eyes burning down into mine with a possessive, dangerous possessiveness that makes my inner wolf whimper.Mars wasn't feeling guilty; he simply didn't want Grant to know the real reason behind his clandestine meeting with Byte 7."Did my boots wake your alpha sleep? Was my scent too loud coming through the heavy oak doors?" I asked, slipping off my leather riding boots and stepping fully into the warm stone hall.Grant didn't interrogate me with sharp accusations. Instead, he stretched out his broad, scarred arm, pulling my body tightly into his massive lap, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He gave a low, protective growl. "Chilly outside the ridge gates, isn't it? Your frame isn't dressed in enough thick furs.""It's fine, Grant. Nothing for your wolf to worry about."He rubbed my bare hands between his massive, warm pa

Jeffrey had just left our territorial halls, saying he was filling in for Grant Walker at a high council meeting inside Walker Enterprises Tower, which meant his beast is probably sitting in the central chamber by now. Wait up, my claws will just send a rune message to his slate and see what is happening."Jessa knew his boots had to move fast and leave the estate before Jeffrey returned; if that possessive Alpha got back, Jessa wouldn't stand a single chance of walking out the heavy iron gates."Alright, your elders can catch up with Jeffrey for the full truth. My frame better head out right now.""What is the rush, young wolf? Fill your belly with roast meat first! I asked the lodge keepers to prepare a fresh feast." Paloma didn't let Jessa's sharp rejection sour her calm aura; her face was still full of warm smiles. "After your body has eaten, whether you and Jeffrey are bonded mates or not, my claws are forcing him to walk to the healer's room and apologize to your scout friend. O

It was as if Jessa Moore had been caught red-handed by his Alpha while flirting with another male outside of their territory bond."So that is settled. Our boots are moving now!" Jeffrey grabbed Jessa's wrist in a firm, leather-clad grip, pulling his body toward the archway.Jessa, terrified that Jeffrey's wild temper might spark another bloody duel in the courtyard, twisted against his hold. "Can my frame not just walk to the healer's den alone? Does your beast not have high council work to manage?""My pack duties are done for this sun cycle! Grant Walker only left my claws in charge of the council assembly before his war-carriage took off. Every other territorial issue can wait, and my wolf stayed up through the full moon finishing the ledgers. Taking care of your frame is my main priority right now."He was desperate to officially mark his mate and experience the quiet family happiness that Grant was enjoying right now.Jessa rolled his golden eyes, completely speechlessly breathl

By the time our heavy iron-bound carriage pulls through the arched stone gates of Havencrest, the sun has dipped below the jagged mountain peaks, throwing long, eerie shadows across the vast estate.The Walker Ridge Estate stands tall and menacing against the night sky, its dark granite walls and towering timber pillars radiating pure, ancient power. This is the prestige address of the high Alpha bloodlines, a place where quiet judgment and deadly pack politics govern every single breath.I step out of the carriage, my boots crunching on the gravel courtyard. Grant instantly steps beside me, his large hand resting firmly on the small of my back, guiding my male frame toward the grand archway.Inside the great hall, the air is thick with the scent of old leather, pine, and the heavy, oppressive aura of high-ranking elders. Sitting near the roaring stone hearth is Howard Pierce, the corporate elder of the pack council, his sharp gray eyes scanning us with cold, calculated pressure. Besi